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I started smoking when I was 14 years old. I quit in 2007 on my 39th birthday. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. I was only able to do it because 1. I gave it to God. 2. I kept picturing myself dying of lung cancer. I made myself, constantly, think of saying goodbye to my 8 young children. I am thankful every day now that I quit. I never thought I would, ever. I miss it sometimes, a lot. Especially after the weight I gained. I would much rather be overweight than dying of lung cancer though. There is now a pill smokers can take to quit that also helps aid in the weight gain. It is supposed to help you not gain weight. My husband still smokes and I beg him, every day, to quit for his children. A person really has to want to quit, though.
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